a Bridge too Far

I travelled on a bridge too far
with tourists in a yellow car
above a strait beneath a cloud
as dark as an unholy shroud

our mouths filled with the ashes
of 120 children
inhaled by three breaths of savagery

our hearts hollowed out by their hands
gifting apples and wax rainbows
on reality as thin as paper

our eyes black with blood
to hide one man's guilt and
another's greed

our minds squirming with acid
while a drunkard enraptured
by burning hair and melted fingernails
jumps from chair to chair
as the blast mushrooms

...another shits himself
blissfully

another desperately masturbates
in a schoolroom
where the first bomb
emptied its bowels

and another guffaws
at the sheer depravity of it all

a House full of robots
plans a trip to Gryffindor
where the recess bell tolls forever

Really, what's wrong with you?